Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Round about the cauldron go.
All Bankside is talking of it.
l was one of the richest men ever to breathe English air.
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And Will is definitely not one of us.
MAN 2: lt's Cecil, isn't it?
By law of nature Thou art bound to breed--
Oh, my God.
To remind me of that beauty. That love.
in the court of King James,
One you shall stage Bankside.
Two to 3 is geography and history.
To the queen! Hyah!
And to him,
The voices, Anne.
[BELL RlNGlNG]
[ELlZABETH LAUGHS]
No, no. Their theater,
l have to warn him!
somewhere isolated, accompanied by only those whom you most trust.
A pox on you!
You lie!
The other one.
[CROWD MURMURlNG]
♪ The throstle-- ♪
The Cecils.
l'm sorry, Ben.
And l wish to marry him. Marry him?
Queen of England Wales and lreland.
♪ The plain-song cuckoo gray ♪
MAN 1: Your Majesty.
all of Catholic lreland in return.
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This is how l suggest
with your daughter?
And since when did words ever win a kingdom?
LADY-lN-WAlTlNG: Seeds spring from seeds And beauty breedeth beauty
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
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The lady is pregnant.
Ooh. l like this.
Francesco! l went to the Tower!
ESSEX: Rebels have stripped the northern borders.
Two cycles have passed, my lord.
no one? Why would any of you
Me?
Only when l put their words, their voices, to parchment
Son of William Jonson, glassblower.
Are you indeed?
A boy and yet a man.
Arrest that man!
An apple, cleft in twain
the Earl of Essex.
l can make
ELlZABETH: lreland?
l have brought you a document to sign.
were you.
No, get-- Unhand me!
by this regrettable lack of control on your part.
Lady Cecil, and my daughter, Anne?
Though you never know with the Tudors.
l am not sure l know whereof you speak.
My lord, l...
So you are the famous William Shakespeare
Here are the conditions for your release.
or manuscript.
Phew. Only-- l--
Plots have l laid, inductions dangerous,
Or Romeo?
BESSlE: Edward! Unhand me! Bessie!
You are sure?
but l had to agree.
NASHE: l could do it if l wanted to.
A counterfeiter of wit!
in the receiving earth.
And make me a grandson.
But, Edward?
You came to me.
why would l lie?
the cheering of the audience, the hands clapping,
None of your poems,
[FLlES BUZZlNG]
[FlRECRACKERS WHlSTLlNG AND POPPlNG]
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that you...
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
[GROANlNG]
No. No, l won't do it. lt would be an affront against the Muses.
agreed to accept the task.
l told them of your--
[CROWD CLAPPlNG AND CHEERlNG]
l love him!
He is a traitor, like Essex.
your thoughts,
cacophony of sounds, l strained to hear two hands only.
Please, Majesty.
You...
Essex will not return from lreland alive.
[MOANS]
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ARCHBlSHOP: O God, bless this crown,
[lN HlGH-PlTCHED VOlCE] Oh! Pardon me, sir.